We walk up and about, flashing and turning, wearing cloths made in factories who exploit women in poor positions throughout Asia. It’s nothing more than a social rape orgy, and the poor are screwed without the sensation of being satisfied.
We want cheap pants with quality, we want our sweaters to last but at a low cost. We dump tons of textiles every year, shipping it off to the Grand Incinerator, thick heaps of black smoke rise to the sky as a symbol of our overconsumption, excessive in every way. Meanwhile, poor women in places as Bangalore or Cambodia work their asses off to produce these cloths we throw away long before the expiry date has a chance to flash its ragged colors over our heads. These women slave for us, they pay the price for our vanity, for our constant need for more, more, more. We walk into H&M, Wal-mart or a Nike store, depending on where in the world you live, with total ignorance on how the manufacturing of these products are. How are the working conditions for these women, trying to feed a bunch of kids, living in a place where birth control is not a part of the act, where they barely earn enough to feed the family, where they slave for your right to buy cheap cloths in a half-fancy low-cost store.
How can you define freedom under these conditions?
http://www.aftenposten.no/okonomi/utland/article3634967.ece
http://www.aftenposten.no/okonomi/utland/article3634971.ece
mandag 25. oktober 2010
tirsdag 19. oktober 2010
Dave and The Great American Mist.
Dave the yoghurt-boy had a thought but it disappeared into The Great American Mist. What about your yoghurt, I ask. I thought I had it with me this morning, he says as he’s fumbling around to find it. It probably got left behind like a dying solider on the battlefield or more likely on the kitchen unit. As I sit there watching this Returning-Mess-From-Oktoberfest of a man I wonder why every time they interview people on the streets of America it’s always the dum-dums that are standing in front of the camera like little children lost in the garden. It’s the ones with a complete lack of general knowledge that are interviewed, like someone is on the quest to mirror the dumbness of a nation, idiocy jaywalking across common sense. These are the ones picked out to represent the American nation.
I guess there are at least a couple of guys over there that know their home town is not the center of the earth, that America did now discover the world and with the understanding of Europe as not a county but a continent, or know what a continent is. It’s really scary to see these people walking around without a chaperon, without a legal guardian or any sort of support person to carry them with their lack of intelligence tucked away in a backpack. If I was a citizen of the US, I’d be pretty embarrassed of my fellow Americans.
Is the US nothing more than gun crazed, God loving lunatics, a nation of lost fools or can you make anyone seem mentally challenged through random interviews? I mean, is it right to represent 260 million, or what, citizens through these airheads, this knuckle draggers? For God sake, do something, electroshock ‘em, anything but let these people out of their homes and into the streets. And you let these poor bastards vote. They are clueless folks spinning the wheel and landing on whoever comes up on their front lawn with a bible in his hand and a gun in the waistband. These people voted for Bush Jr., twice! Or again, this is what it all seems like when in reality they are highly intelligent people. Who knows? It’s on youtube, anything can be faked and shaped to fit the glove.
I guess you can find these dimwits anywhere from Germany to Norway, from USA to England, but these people (see link below) are so far out there in the mist that you have to feel sorry for them. What about reading a book, google some shit you don’t know, try to learn -like- something every week. Study history and expand your horizon, throw away crappy magazines idolizing celebrity, turn off the TV overflowing with reality shows. If Trainspotting was written today Irvine Welsh would have written “Mind-numbing spirit-crushing reality shows” instead of game shows. Turn that shit of. If you fill your brain with shit, then shit is all you can project into the bucket between your legs. (And since this blog is called The Bucket, I guess shit comes to mind when you read most of these posts too). When “St Peter The Illusion” asks you “what you leant” on this planet during your brief time here, be sure to give him a good answer. Give him a good laugh, kick him in the nuts and hit that moaning face of his with a fat book called My Brain. Say, Yeah I learnt shit! Then walk proudly into heaven and talk to “God the Illusion” about shit that counts. I don’t think he’ll care much about TV shows and football scores, about Paris Hilton or who-fucked-who in rehab.
Dave did not find his yoghurt today. Instead he walked over to the coffee machine and pushed the Espresso button. Did we learn anything this morning? No, not much. The only thing that is sure, is that you can’t believe everything you see on TV, read in the papers or on the internet. Neither can you believe every video you see about stupid people to be true. But what we do know is a lot of Gods children are lost in the Great Mist. If you’ll measure the brain activity of these people you’ll mostly see a flatline.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJuNgBkloFE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27f0IimLQpU&feature=related
I guess there are at least a couple of guys over there that know their home town is not the center of the earth, that America did now discover the world and with the understanding of Europe as not a county but a continent, or know what a continent is. It’s really scary to see these people walking around without a chaperon, without a legal guardian or any sort of support person to carry them with their lack of intelligence tucked away in a backpack. If I was a citizen of the US, I’d be pretty embarrassed of my fellow Americans.
Is the US nothing more than gun crazed, God loving lunatics, a nation of lost fools or can you make anyone seem mentally challenged through random interviews? I mean, is it right to represent 260 million, or what, citizens through these airheads, this knuckle draggers? For God sake, do something, electroshock ‘em, anything but let these people out of their homes and into the streets. And you let these poor bastards vote. They are clueless folks spinning the wheel and landing on whoever comes up on their front lawn with a bible in his hand and a gun in the waistband. These people voted for Bush Jr., twice! Or again, this is what it all seems like when in reality they are highly intelligent people. Who knows? It’s on youtube, anything can be faked and shaped to fit the glove.
I guess you can find these dimwits anywhere from Germany to Norway, from USA to England, but these people (see link below) are so far out there in the mist that you have to feel sorry for them. What about reading a book, google some shit you don’t know, try to learn -like- something every week. Study history and expand your horizon, throw away crappy magazines idolizing celebrity, turn off the TV overflowing with reality shows. If Trainspotting was written today Irvine Welsh would have written “Mind-numbing spirit-crushing reality shows” instead of game shows. Turn that shit of. If you fill your brain with shit, then shit is all you can project into the bucket between your legs. (And since this blog is called The Bucket, I guess shit comes to mind when you read most of these posts too). When “St Peter The Illusion” asks you “what you leant” on this planet during your brief time here, be sure to give him a good answer. Give him a good laugh, kick him in the nuts and hit that moaning face of his with a fat book called My Brain. Say, Yeah I learnt shit! Then walk proudly into heaven and talk to “God the Illusion” about shit that counts. I don’t think he’ll care much about TV shows and football scores, about Paris Hilton or who-fucked-who in rehab.
Dave did not find his yoghurt today. Instead he walked over to the coffee machine and pushed the Espresso button. Did we learn anything this morning? No, not much. The only thing that is sure, is that you can’t believe everything you see on TV, read in the papers or on the internet. Neither can you believe every video you see about stupid people to be true. But what we do know is a lot of Gods children are lost in the Great Mist. If you’ll measure the brain activity of these people you’ll mostly see a flatline.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJuNgBkloFE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27f0IimLQpU&feature=related
fredag 15. oktober 2010
The wave of post-punk is surfed best by Green Day.
What I really enjoy about Green Day is how they have survived in the music industry. When they burst onto the scene in 1994-95 I got that inevitable feeling of this being a one-hit-album band, that Dookie was as good as it ever was gonna get for these guys. I mean, even how great the album was, it was such a cartoonish approach to the whole album that you didn’t believe this could go any further. And when I saw them playing at the Oslo Spektrum in 1995 it was 45 minutes of playing and then “We’re out”. There we stood wondering why this gig was over so fast. OK, until now this seems like a poor review, but we are on the turn here.
This trio are by all means a force to be reckoned with. They have earned their place on the highest level in music by delivering a hell of a lot of great songs, songs that are funny, that make you feel happy and so often have a message squeezed in between the lines. They have that seriousness underneath the layer of nineties fun-punk, punk that brought the sun into the adolescent bedrooms when Rock N Roll and Metal was banging it’s heads out with the post-Guns N Roses and Metallica period, after Kurt blew his brains out and Grunge crawled back into its cave and died like a pre-historic creature.
Green Day is the band I turn to when the clouds gather in my head with that feeling of longing for guitars mixed up with melancholia. Green Day tend to turn the smile back on and send messages of more than fun into my brain. It’s “don’t give a F**k” combined with a social conscience. Instead of being over pretentious and trying to be too smart the lyrics of Billie Joe seems more like paintings of everyday life of a white lower middleclass kid. Hanging around with nothing to do, no future, no plans, just a job with a nametag on the chest and carrying the upper class on his back. You are the legs of the table, kid, you are the carpet under my feet, the doormat and the bell calling the servants. What can you do about that? Go into unemployment. That’s a career worth waiting for.
But we have some great tunes for ya, kid. When punk broke out a bit of aggression was what the trashy kids of the UK needed to bang their heads in. Fun was what the post-punk wave of the early nineties needed with songs like “Welcome to paradise” and “When I come around”, overlapped by “Warning”, turning into “Know your enemy”, “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” and “American Idiot”. You can clearly see how Green Day are maturing along with their audience. It’s like they are walking hand in hand with the people the music was designed for. The big punk wave on the other hand died out or got weeded out with the trash bin when the garbage truck rolled by.
The first wave of punk started the movement, the main wave brought the tsunami wiping out the crowd but the post-wave was something you could surf on into the late nineties and all the way to the new millennium. Green Day is one of the bands that has surfed this wave of post-punk like a Kelly Slater, Laird Hamilton or Taj Burrow in the most outstanding way, people that make it all seem so easy.
This trio are by all means a force to be reckoned with. They have earned their place on the highest level in music by delivering a hell of a lot of great songs, songs that are funny, that make you feel happy and so often have a message squeezed in between the lines. They have that seriousness underneath the layer of nineties fun-punk, punk that brought the sun into the adolescent bedrooms when Rock N Roll and Metal was banging it’s heads out with the post-Guns N Roses and Metallica period, after Kurt blew his brains out and Grunge crawled back into its cave and died like a pre-historic creature.
Green Day is the band I turn to when the clouds gather in my head with that feeling of longing for guitars mixed up with melancholia. Green Day tend to turn the smile back on and send messages of more than fun into my brain. It’s “don’t give a F**k” combined with a social conscience. Instead of being over pretentious and trying to be too smart the lyrics of Billie Joe seems more like paintings of everyday life of a white lower middleclass kid. Hanging around with nothing to do, no future, no plans, just a job with a nametag on the chest and carrying the upper class on his back. You are the legs of the table, kid, you are the carpet under my feet, the doormat and the bell calling the servants. What can you do about that? Go into unemployment. That’s a career worth waiting for.
But we have some great tunes for ya, kid. When punk broke out a bit of aggression was what the trashy kids of the UK needed to bang their heads in. Fun was what the post-punk wave of the early nineties needed with songs like “Welcome to paradise” and “When I come around”, overlapped by “Warning”, turning into “Know your enemy”, “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” and “American Idiot”. You can clearly see how Green Day are maturing along with their audience. It’s like they are walking hand in hand with the people the music was designed for. The big punk wave on the other hand died out or got weeded out with the trash bin when the garbage truck rolled by.
The first wave of punk started the movement, the main wave brought the tsunami wiping out the crowd but the post-wave was something you could surf on into the late nineties and all the way to the new millennium. Green Day is one of the bands that has surfed this wave of post-punk like a Kelly Slater, Laird Hamilton or Taj Burrow in the most outstanding way, people that make it all seem so easy.
onsdag 13. oktober 2010
Hate for the Romany people and love for our lazy bastards.
In the modern society nomads are not the kind of people who stands out in the crowd as “Wanted”. In some cases they are even kicked out of the land they wandered into.
France are on the field, lining up the busses, airplanes and the kick-out Generals are working overtime. The Gypsies are a wandering pack of beggars, hustlers and thief’s and France are shipping them off. Ok, this may seem a bit harsh, even stigmatic and racist. But look around and tell me what you see when you observe a Gypsy. It may, for all I know, be the outskirts of the Romany people that fits this description. Maybe I am completely wrong and a narrow minded bastard. Maybe I am a right-wing nutcase, a guy raised in suburbia, surrounded by nice white people who haven’t seen a foreigner since their last trip to the wrong side of town. Maybe I am the one who need to adjust my view. If so tell me I am wrong, but until then, I still see Gypsies on street corners and by parking meters begging for change and it comes out wrong in my head.
My attitude is that I’d rather give change to a drug addict than to a Gypsy. The drug addict has a problem, the Gypsy just don’t want to carry his own weight. But again, this might be all wrong. We live in a society overflowing with shit we don’t need, we are using money like it’s the only way to salvation, getting the newest 3D/HD-ready flatscreen TV, a new Blu-ray player and an Xbox in each kids room. A blender, you gotta have a blender, electrical heaven come to me, get me a laptop installed in the bathroom and by the toilet, save me from a technological impaired way of life. Shit, send me to the end of the universe just to have been there, waste money on a machine that will wipe my ass for me, so I can live better. Man, we live so good we look down on folks not on facebook, people who ain’t got a Spotify account. If you ain’t on the right buss, you won’t go to techno heaven.
So, if we can spend shitloads of money each year on all the gadgets we need to survive in the suburb jungle, why can’t we spare a few coins to the people who have made a career out of begging? Will you miss the few coins you throw in that paper cup? Not likely. So why do we disapprove of this? Why should we give away our hard earned money to some punk race that don’t wanna contribute to our wonderful society. When we waste like we don’t give a shit, why can’t we waste a few pennies to the Romany people? I guess it’s because of this thesis: Society works kind of like this, if you can’t walk we’ll carry you along the way. If you refuse to walk, you are left behind. Or maybe not. If you are the right kind of human, we will carry you, even if you are capable of walking. If you are of the wrong kind, well, you better get out of town and stretch out those tarpaulins somewhere else.
But if we just found some land for these people, helped start the first Gypsy State, would that work out for them? I just can’t stop wondering if that will be the first empty nation where all the inhabitant have immigrated, left the plains in waste to be among us with their accordions, paper cups and mobile phones. Have you seen a beggar with a phone? I have. We are doing a great job for these people, they are not on the Amish side of life, they are right here with us and we will never be rid of them. So start loving these thugs and hold on to your purses.
http://www.vg.no/nyheter/utenriks/eu/artikkel.php?artid=10018641
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/08/19/france-sends-scores-of-gy_n_688465.html
France are on the field, lining up the busses, airplanes and the kick-out Generals are working overtime. The Gypsies are a wandering pack of beggars, hustlers and thief’s and France are shipping them off. Ok, this may seem a bit harsh, even stigmatic and racist. But look around and tell me what you see when you observe a Gypsy. It may, for all I know, be the outskirts of the Romany people that fits this description. Maybe I am completely wrong and a narrow minded bastard. Maybe I am a right-wing nutcase, a guy raised in suburbia, surrounded by nice white people who haven’t seen a foreigner since their last trip to the wrong side of town. Maybe I am the one who need to adjust my view. If so tell me I am wrong, but until then, I still see Gypsies on street corners and by parking meters begging for change and it comes out wrong in my head.
My attitude is that I’d rather give change to a drug addict than to a Gypsy. The drug addict has a problem, the Gypsy just don’t want to carry his own weight. But again, this might be all wrong. We live in a society overflowing with shit we don’t need, we are using money like it’s the only way to salvation, getting the newest 3D/HD-ready flatscreen TV, a new Blu-ray player and an Xbox in each kids room. A blender, you gotta have a blender, electrical heaven come to me, get me a laptop installed in the bathroom and by the toilet, save me from a technological impaired way of life. Shit, send me to the end of the universe just to have been there, waste money on a machine that will wipe my ass for me, so I can live better. Man, we live so good we look down on folks not on facebook, people who ain’t got a Spotify account. If you ain’t on the right buss, you won’t go to techno heaven.
So, if we can spend shitloads of money each year on all the gadgets we need to survive in the suburb jungle, why can’t we spare a few coins to the people who have made a career out of begging? Will you miss the few coins you throw in that paper cup? Not likely. So why do we disapprove of this? Why should we give away our hard earned money to some punk race that don’t wanna contribute to our wonderful society. When we waste like we don’t give a shit, why can’t we waste a few pennies to the Romany people? I guess it’s because of this thesis: Society works kind of like this, if you can’t walk we’ll carry you along the way. If you refuse to walk, you are left behind. Or maybe not. If you are the right kind of human, we will carry you, even if you are capable of walking. If you are of the wrong kind, well, you better get out of town and stretch out those tarpaulins somewhere else.
But if we just found some land for these people, helped start the first Gypsy State, would that work out for them? I just can’t stop wondering if that will be the first empty nation where all the inhabitant have immigrated, left the plains in waste to be among us with their accordions, paper cups and mobile phones. Have you seen a beggar with a phone? I have. We are doing a great job for these people, they are not on the Amish side of life, they are right here with us and we will never be rid of them. So start loving these thugs and hold on to your purses.
http://www.vg.no/nyheter/utenriks/eu/artikkel.php?artid=10018641
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/08/19/france-sends-scores-of-gy_n_688465.html
fredag 8. oktober 2010
A Marilyn Manson song floats by as I contemplate about the world economy.
“Next mothafucker’s gonna get my medal,” the intro goes. Yeah, my middle finger, I say and prepare for my departure. Next thing I know some punter has slid a comment up my crack and I gotta answer some shit-feedback. Man, you can’t even take a dump in peace in this town without having to answer a mail, in like, a nano second before your phone starts to ring like a virus is running wild. It used to be quiet around here but then the financial boat with the worlds money in its belly suddenly floated up again.
Some places have not been so lucky. People are losing jobs and houses, sleeping in their BMW, in tents or under some bush in the park, going to free meal programs and trying to hang on to the last threads of their former life. Society are facing something resembling the great depression and the nations without a safety net are the ones with the most casualties. Reports from the US shows us how wrong it all can go. The Great Nation surely got slapped across the chin by its own hand. There used to be a saying, “The new rich”. Now its “The new poor”, and these people are falling hard. Just think about how it must feel to pull up by the front door of charity in that black BMW just to get a meal, not to starve for the next 12-hours. That guy must feel the whirlpool tugging at his feet like a hungry monster, waiting to swallow him whole.
But in time man will prevail, society will rise and rebuild itself. It always does. Rome fell but man stood strong. Germany attacked its fellow Europeans but the continent survived yet another tyrant. Well, it was indeed with the help of the one nation always willing to stand up against madmen. Lot of shit can be said about USAs foreign politics today and in the recent past, but they rolled up their sleeves and gave us a lot of lives to help push the Hitler area down the drain. We must not forget that. Before I lose my track completely and get sidetracked like Alzheimer City; this is not about war, right or wrong. This is about money. About finances. About the piggy bank getting robbed by a kid high on sugar, ready for yet another trip to the candy store.
So as my working days are escalating again and I get more and more to do, I know that there are still people out there who struggle to even get by. White people from the upper class are experiencing what it’s like to lose big time. What it’s like to fall through the trapdoor and into the gutter, from mansions to trailer parks, living like a refugee in a tent camp in the middle of a big City, in modern society.
What this hour, in the human way, needs is yet another war. War always gets the money rolling. War always bring people together. War is good business. Always has been, always will be. The problem is, this is as wrong as it can get. When you go to sleep, watch the sky and be aware, someday shit will fall from the sky like the first snow of winter, and you’ll know a new pair of gloves won’t be enough to get you through that winter. And all this because some geezer see the potential in yet another war. Fuck it, I’m going to bed.
http://www.spiegel.de/international/world/0,1518,712496,00.html
Some places have not been so lucky. People are losing jobs and houses, sleeping in their BMW, in tents or under some bush in the park, going to free meal programs and trying to hang on to the last threads of their former life. Society are facing something resembling the great depression and the nations without a safety net are the ones with the most casualties. Reports from the US shows us how wrong it all can go. The Great Nation surely got slapped across the chin by its own hand. There used to be a saying, “The new rich”. Now its “The new poor”, and these people are falling hard. Just think about how it must feel to pull up by the front door of charity in that black BMW just to get a meal, not to starve for the next 12-hours. That guy must feel the whirlpool tugging at his feet like a hungry monster, waiting to swallow him whole.
But in time man will prevail, society will rise and rebuild itself. It always does. Rome fell but man stood strong. Germany attacked its fellow Europeans but the continent survived yet another tyrant. Well, it was indeed with the help of the one nation always willing to stand up against madmen. Lot of shit can be said about USAs foreign politics today and in the recent past, but they rolled up their sleeves and gave us a lot of lives to help push the Hitler area down the drain. We must not forget that. Before I lose my track completely and get sidetracked like Alzheimer City; this is not about war, right or wrong. This is about money. About finances. About the piggy bank getting robbed by a kid high on sugar, ready for yet another trip to the candy store.
So as my working days are escalating again and I get more and more to do, I know that there are still people out there who struggle to even get by. White people from the upper class are experiencing what it’s like to lose big time. What it’s like to fall through the trapdoor and into the gutter, from mansions to trailer parks, living like a refugee in a tent camp in the middle of a big City, in modern society.
What this hour, in the human way, needs is yet another war. War always gets the money rolling. War always bring people together. War is good business. Always has been, always will be. The problem is, this is as wrong as it can get. When you go to sleep, watch the sky and be aware, someday shit will fall from the sky like the first snow of winter, and you’ll know a new pair of gloves won’t be enough to get you through that winter. And all this because some geezer see the potential in yet another war. Fuck it, I’m going to bed.
http://www.spiegel.de/international/world/0,1518,712496,00.html
mandag 4. oktober 2010
The bed bugs are on the march.
Don’t let the bed bugs bit you, they say. But how can you, like, not let them? The little pests are on the march, like Lazarus rising. The bloodsuckers where no longer an issue but somehow they are charging into our bedrooms, walls, sockets and random holes again. The stay of the radar, out of sight, but the shit stains are usually the hint to the mosquito bites you experience during the winter. What bites? Ah, the bed bugs. Nature is trying it’s best to wipe us of the map like it is gathering the troops and getting them ready for the battle. Bed bugs, madmen, diseases, quakes, floods, bees, sharks. Man, if nature was a bit smarter it would mutate every shark into land walking lunatics roaming the streets looking for a quick bite. If it was smarter it would turn the bees into wells of hyper potent poison. But nature has created madmen with shaking fingers over the buttons of the Grand A-bomb, men not mad enough to push the button, diseases not concentrated enough to kill us all, quakes merely strong enough to lay cities in ruin, floods killing only a handful of people while the virus-like man reproduces in ever larger numbers. It looks like nature is either softhearted or sloppy.
Or maybe the human race is a beautiful thing, capable of miracles of peace, love and understanding. The hippies got it, but the message floated into the ditch with too much acid, with a counterculture movement falling for the trap laid out by a Leary-cultish way of thinking. A great thought was generated in the minds of the flower children, but as usual it went too far and escalated into a nut-case wing far off the chart.
We are by all means a species out of balance with the rest of the world, but this can also be nothing more than an illusion, we might be in the bloom of our potential. We might have turned into exactly what we were supposed to be, a breed of builders, collectors, adventurers, artists and thinkers. Every scrap of nature might be a perfect thing, meant to balance it all out. Like the world is here for us and like we are here for the world. Every garden needs a gardener and man is plowing through the garden like a farmer on Meth. Man is weeding the garden like natures natural way of growing needs organizing, shit must be killed off, moved or fertilized, need more shade or more sun, it must all be neat, stones must be laid in patterns and trees lined up to fit into the I Ching flow of things.
I have no idea of what I am trying to say here, but for some reason the bed bugs are back. They are becoming a new problem and I am not looking forward to getting this buggers in between my sheets. Please, somebody kill ‘em all!
http://www.aftenposten.no/bolig/inspirasjon/article3687339.ece
But nature has put a couple of cute fellas out there to do the hard work, trying to keep our numbers down:
http://www.side3.no/article2997965.ece
Or maybe the human race is a beautiful thing, capable of miracles of peace, love and understanding. The hippies got it, but the message floated into the ditch with too much acid, with a counterculture movement falling for the trap laid out by a Leary-cultish way of thinking. A great thought was generated in the minds of the flower children, but as usual it went too far and escalated into a nut-case wing far off the chart.
We are by all means a species out of balance with the rest of the world, but this can also be nothing more than an illusion, we might be in the bloom of our potential. We might have turned into exactly what we were supposed to be, a breed of builders, collectors, adventurers, artists and thinkers. Every scrap of nature might be a perfect thing, meant to balance it all out. Like the world is here for us and like we are here for the world. Every garden needs a gardener and man is plowing through the garden like a farmer on Meth. Man is weeding the garden like natures natural way of growing needs organizing, shit must be killed off, moved or fertilized, need more shade or more sun, it must all be neat, stones must be laid in patterns and trees lined up to fit into the I Ching flow of things.
I have no idea of what I am trying to say here, but for some reason the bed bugs are back. They are becoming a new problem and I am not looking forward to getting this buggers in between my sheets. Please, somebody kill ‘em all!
http://www.aftenposten.no/bolig/inspirasjon/article3687339.ece
But nature has put a couple of cute fellas out there to do the hard work, trying to keep our numbers down:
http://www.side3.no/article2997965.ece
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